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 Belarus and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.