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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.