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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.