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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.