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 Greece 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.