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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.