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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.