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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.