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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Television,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.