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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 guitar 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.