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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.