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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.