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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.