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 Kuwait 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
MC5,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.