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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.