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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.