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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.