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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Rakim,
The Wake,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.