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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
PIL,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.