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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.