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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.