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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.