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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.