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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.