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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Monolake,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.