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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.