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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.