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 Croatia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol 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?
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
The Associates,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.