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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.