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 Vietnam 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.