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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.