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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.