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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.