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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Cowsills 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.