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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.