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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.