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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.