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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Brick,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.