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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.