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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
The Remains,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.