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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Franke,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.