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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.