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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Star Department,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.