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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.