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 Turkey and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.