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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
X-101,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.