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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Television,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.