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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.