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 Argentina and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.