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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.