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 Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Nas,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.