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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.