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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.