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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 OOIOO 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.