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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Black Moon 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Technova,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.