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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.