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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.