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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.