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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Wings,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.