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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.