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 Nicaragua 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.