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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Swans,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.