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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.