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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.