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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.