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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s 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 Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.