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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.