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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.