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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Brick,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.