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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.