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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Wire,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.