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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.