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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.