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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.