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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Flipper 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.