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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.