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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Crime,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.