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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.