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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
X-102,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.