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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
MDC,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
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.