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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
AZ,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.