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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.