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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.