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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Index,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Faust,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.