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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Faust,
New Order,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.