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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.