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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.