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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Fear,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.