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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.