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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.