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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.