Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.