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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Television,
X-101,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.