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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.