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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.