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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.