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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Gong,
Chrome,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.