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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Eddi Front 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.