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 Georgia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.