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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.