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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.