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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.