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 Sudan and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.