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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.