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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
DNA,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.