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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.