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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Fear,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.