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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.