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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Move,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.