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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Slave,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.