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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Last Poets 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.