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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
The Standells,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.