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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.