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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.