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 Norway and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.