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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.