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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.