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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Standells 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.