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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.