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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Can,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.