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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.