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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Gong,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.