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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Ossler,
Lyres,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.