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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.