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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.