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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.