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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.