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 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.