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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.