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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
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.