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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.