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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.