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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
New Order,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.