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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.