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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.