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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.