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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.