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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Wings,
June Days,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.