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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
cv313,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.