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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.