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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.