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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Faust to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.