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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.