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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.