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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.