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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Ituana,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.