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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.