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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.