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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 D'Angelo 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.