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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.