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 Libya and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.