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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.