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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Unwound,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.