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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.