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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Nas,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.