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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.