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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.