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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.