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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.