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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.