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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.