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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fugs,
CMW,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.