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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.