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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Liliput,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.