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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Oneida,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.