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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.