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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pole,
the Association,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.