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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.