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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.