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 Estonia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.