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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.