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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.