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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.