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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.