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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.