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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.