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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 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 Ludus to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
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.