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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.