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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.