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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.