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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
June Days,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.