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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.