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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Can,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.