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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.