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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.