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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Q65,
The Gories,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
New Order,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.