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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.