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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Can,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.