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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.