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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.