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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.