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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.