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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.