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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.