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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.