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 Honduras 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.