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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Q65,
JFA,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.