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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.