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 Israel 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.