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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.