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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.