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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.