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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.