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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.