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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.