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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.