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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.