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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.