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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.