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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.