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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.