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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.