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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Pole,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.