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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.