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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.