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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Organ,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.