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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.