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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.