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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.