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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.