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 Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.