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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.