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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.