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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.