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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.