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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
cv313,
Yaz,
Little Man,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Crime,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.