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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.