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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Slave,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.