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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.