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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.