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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.