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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Slave,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.