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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.