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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Crime,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.