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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
John Holt,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.