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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.