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 Micronesia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.