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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
10cc,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.