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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Names,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.