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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.