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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.