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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.