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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.