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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.