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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.