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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.