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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.