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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.