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 Guatemala 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.