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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.