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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.