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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.