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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Oneida,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.