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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.