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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.