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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.