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 Nepal 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 guitar 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.