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 Peru and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.