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 China and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.