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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.