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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
the Swans,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.