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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.