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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.