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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.