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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Swans,
June Days,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.