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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
June Days,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.