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 Venezuela 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.