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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.