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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 808 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.