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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.