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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.