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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Technova,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.