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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.