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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.