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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.