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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.