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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Scion,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.