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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.