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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.