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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.