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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.