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 Mali 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.