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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Index,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.