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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.