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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.