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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.