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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.