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 Tanzania 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.