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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.