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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.