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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
The Saints,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.