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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.