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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Pole,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.