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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.