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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
The Techniques,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.