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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Excepter,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.