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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.