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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.