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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.