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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.