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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
New Order,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.