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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.