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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.