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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.