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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.