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 Mozambique 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.