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 Tunisia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Liliput,
Nas,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.