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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.