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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.