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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.