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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.