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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.