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 Syria 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.