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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.