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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.