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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
Qualms,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.