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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Hashim,
Aswad,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
ABC,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.