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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.