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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.