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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
UT,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.