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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Whodini,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.