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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Nico,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.