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 Senegal 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.