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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.