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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.