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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.