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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.