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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.