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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.