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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
DNA,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.