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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Pole,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.