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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Rekid,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Can,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.