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 Jamaica 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
UT,
Q65,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.