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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.