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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.