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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.