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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.