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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s 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 Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.