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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.