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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
June Days,
New Order,
Make Up,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.