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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Average White Band 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.