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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.