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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.