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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
MC5,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.