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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.