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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.