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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Index to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.