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 Slovakia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.