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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.