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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.