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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.