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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.