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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.