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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.