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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Don Cherry 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.