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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Slave,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.