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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.