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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Smiths to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.