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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Slits,
MDC,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.