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 the UAE 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
X-102,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Busters,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.