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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.