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 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
cv313,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.