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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.