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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Move,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.