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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.