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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.