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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
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.