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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.