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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.