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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.