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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.