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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
cv313,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.