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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.