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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.