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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.