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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Monks,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.