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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.