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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.