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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.