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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.