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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.