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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.