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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.