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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.