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 Austria 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.