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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.