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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.