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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.