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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.