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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Gong,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.