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 New Zealand 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.