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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Mars,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.