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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Brick,
cv313,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.