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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.