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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
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.