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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels 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 grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.