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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
New Order,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.