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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.