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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.