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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
The Fugs,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.