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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.