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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.