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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Doors to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.