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 Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 the Germs 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
CMW,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.