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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Radiohead,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.