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 Korea North 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.