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 France and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.