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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
PIL,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.