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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.