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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Deakin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.