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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.