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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.