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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.