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 Nauru and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Scion,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.