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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Fear,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.