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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.