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 Kosovo 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.