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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.