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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Manchester and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Make Up,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.