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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.