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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Index,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.