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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.