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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.