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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Fear,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.