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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Seeds to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Quantec,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.