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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.