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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Cameo,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.