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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.