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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.