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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.