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 Malta 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.