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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Franke,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.