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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.