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 Rwanda 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.