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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.