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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Index,
X-102,
The Index,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.