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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Organ,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.