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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 Tokyo and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.