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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Trojans,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.