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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.