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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Index,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.