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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.