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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.