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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gladiators to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.