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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Index,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.