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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.