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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
The Busters,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.