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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.