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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.