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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.