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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.