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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.