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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.