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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.