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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Association,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.