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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.