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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Can,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.