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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.