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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.