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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
PIL,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.