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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
AZ,
June of 44,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.