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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.