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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.