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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.