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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.