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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.