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 Portugal and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Das Ding 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.