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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.