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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Smog,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.