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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.