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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.