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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.