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 Congo 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.