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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.