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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.