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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.