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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.