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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.