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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doors to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.