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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.