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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Gong,
Nico,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.