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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.