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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
X-101,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Nico,
Scion,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.