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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.