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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Quantec,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Wings,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
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.