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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
The Cure,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.