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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Index,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.