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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.