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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Nas,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.