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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.