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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.