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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Monks,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.