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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.