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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.