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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.