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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.