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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.