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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.