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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.