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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.