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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Move,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.