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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
The Move,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.