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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.