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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Scion,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.