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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Pole,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.