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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
ABBA,
AZ,
Rakim,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
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