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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.