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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
New Order,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.