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 Zimbabwe 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.