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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tremeloes to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.