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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.