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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.